Free window of the small courtyard deep Spring, heavy curtains are not heavy shadow, management Qin Yilou silent.
Yuanxiu the Izumo reminder dusk, small wind and rain abandoned light overcast, Pear want to thank converting ban.
- Qingzhao Huan Xisha small courtyard deep free windows Spring
Rain in the South is always so passionate, gentle rain, such as veil-like stroking a quaint southern town. Young black stone road smooth and clean, seems to stretch into the distance, disappear in a hazy clouds. Spring rain washed streets, only a handful number of people or take a stroll, or reveries, the hands of the paper umbrella is not dry, droop to carrying asleep in the warm sun, such as Lan Mao, cozy, laid-back.
Provoke a thick layer of patina rhyme small hospital of the town at the end of the tall, door knockers, hands are warm and the places where only the ring-pull fake oakleys, also suffused with a dim copper. Occasionally dropping a sparkling raindrops on the roof, hit the rain washed subsidence pits, splashing sound bead-like crisp, such as fireworks bloom, and if the fireworks wither. Wall at the corner of a tall pear tree, like a temple bells, calm stands in the elegant pavilion hospital, like Heavenly parameters the Creator of heaven and earth, wins clever way unique.
Xuan window of the attic in the breeze Qingyin old minor, small table by the window a few haphazardly set aside the matter even a few pieces of the dressing, the surface of delicate bronze mirrors sparkle, quaint patterns tell a long bronze mirrors table a few hidden corners of history, next to the smooth peach comb tired lying on the boxes of rouge, residual strands of sad black hair, a quiet but bleak.
Curtain redundant pull downcast, dark room the screen split open and curl of smoke rising up from the incense burner, such as clouds linger in the low roof, and a long lingering. Strands of tea penetration in the cigarette into the quiet melody. Suddenly, accompanied by a bead soon as the fall of the sounds, the slightest breath of nature in the air like a stroll in the bamboo forest depths, like clouds of end of travel, like cry in the mountains, like in the deep Diqi. Quiet and far-reaching sounds crossing in the distant Milky Way, in Weak support a the flat Zemeng boat, containing ancient times full of sadness, persevering, but Zaibu Dong a lot of worry.
Breeze over at the close swaying leaves rubbing against the chic white pear petals flying in the air, messy trajectory depicts the natural and wonderful and mysterious, difficult to prohibit the dying is a choice to spend the pursuit of the wind, or trees to retain ? Pieces falling lonely bluestone paths, like the cruel heart of Shame, wandering in the bushes, spare helpless devotion, wandering in the water and just take Lili to sorrow.
Tired to go to the Fuqin gently opened the curtains, slender towards the window, leaning out of windows watch the evening mist mountains cheap oakleys, lost in fog buried the green ridges and peaks. Be untied between Xiu Xiu crescent thick clouds, when the lingering sadness, together buried in between the mountains?
